sVo Showdown 205
Live on the HOTv Network
Goodfellas Casino Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
24th November 2024
[The screen fades in to a roaring crowd inside the Goodfellas Casino Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. Pyro erupts from the stage as the sVo theme blares through the sound system. Fans hold up signs supporting their favorite wrestlers, including ones for “Canadian Connection,” “Horizon,” and even “Trailer Trash Terry.” The camera pans to the commentary table where Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco sit, ready to kick off the night.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to sVo Showdown 205! We are live from the iconic Goodfellas Casino Arena, and after the shocking conclusion to last week’s show, the sVo is still reeling!”
Julian Fiasco:
“That’s right, Jeremiah! The Canadian Connection pulled off one of the biggest upsets in recent history, dethroning the Legends Club to become the new sVo Tag Team Champions! The question now is, who will step up to challenge them?”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Well, Julian, we won’t have to wait long to start finding out! Tonight marks the beginning of a tournament to determine the Canadian Connection’s first challengers, and we’ve got two huge tournament matches on the card!”
Julian Fiasco:
“Absolutely! The Southern Boys, looking to bounce back from their recent struggles, take on the always dangerous Enforcers in one bracket. And in the other, we’ve got the unpredictable Sin City Scoundrels taking on the gritty Dogs of War!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“But that’s not all! Victor Holland faces Canadian Connection’s own Puck in what’s sure to be a heated singles match. Can Holland start turning things around after coming up short last week against Johnny Dorn?”
Julian Fiasco:
“Speaking of singles action, Jay Adder squares off against Bronson Johnson in a clash of styles, and the main event will see ‘The Miami Maverick’ Carlos Vasquez take on the ever-unorthodox Trailer Trash Terry!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“And let’s not forget, Carlos Vasquez has a Victory Cup in his pocket and a guaranteed sVo Championship match whenever he decides to cash in. Tonight, we could see him send a message to the new sVo Champion, Danny Domino!”
Julian Fiasco:
“With Horizon, Blood Money, and the Legends Club all still gunning for each other, and Amy Page seemingly pulling the strings, this is shaping up to be another wild night in the sVo!”
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Strap yourselves in, folks. The action starts right now! Let’s head to the ring for our opening match!”
[The camera transitions to the ring, where the referee is preparing for the first match of the night. The crowd is electric as the anticipation builds.]
Single Match
Victor Holland vs. Puck
Backstage
Retribution
[The scene opens inside the luxurious yet imposing office of sVo COO Amy Page. The door slams open as the Legends Club storms in—Curtis Knight leading the way, his face twisted in fury, followed by Athena, Drew Hendrix, and Buzz Marshall. The tension is palpable as Amy Page looks up from her desk, unfazed by the intrusion.]
Curtis Knight:
“This is bull! We got ambushed last week, and now we’re supposed to just let it slide? Horizon and Blood Money think they can gang up on us and get away with it? Not on my watch!”
Athena:
“You’ve seen what they’ve done! They’re running around unchecked, tearing the place apart, and we’re the ones who keep getting screwed over!”
Drew Hendrix:
“We were robbed, Amy. Those Canadian hacks wouldn’t have had a chance if we weren’t beaten down before the match!”
Buzz Marshall:
“We want retribution. Tonight. No games, no stipulations—just us taking them apart!”
[Amy Page leans back in her chair, calm but clearly annoyed at the disruption. She steeples her fingers and looks up at the group.]
Amy Page:
“You want retribution? You want revenge? Fine. But you’re going to do it my way. I’m not about to let this entire company devolve into a war zone because you four can’t keep your tempers in check.”
Curtis Knight:
“Then give us what we want, Amy. Give us Blood Money and Horizon!”
Amy Page:
“Here’s how it’s going down. Tonight, there will be a tag team match: Curtis Knight and Athena versus one member of Horizon and one member of Blood Money.”
[The Legends Club exchange confused glances.]
Athena:
“What? You’re pairing them up? That makes no sense!”
Amy Page:
“It makes perfect sense. Because if anyone—from Horizon, Blood Money, or the Legends Club—lays a finger on anyone outside of that match, they’re fired on the spot. No exceptions.”
[The Legends Club looks stunned for a moment, before Curtis Knight slams his hands on Amy’s desk, leaning in.]
Curtis Knight:
“You better believe we’re walking out of there with blood on our hands. And when this is over, you’ll be dealing with us holding all the gold.”
Amy Page:
“We’ll see. Now, unless you want to be the first ones fired, get out of my office and save it for the ring.”
[Knight glares at Page for a moment before turning to storm out, Athena and the rest of the Legends Club following close behind. The camera lingers on Amy Page, who smirks slightly as she watches them leave, her plan clearly working as intended.]
[The scene fades back to the arena as the commentators speculate on the high-stakes tag team match later in the evening.]
Tag Team Tournament Match
The Enforcers vs. Southern Boys
Backstage
Don’t Forget Us
[The scene opens backstage in the interview area. Katie Smith, microphone in hand, stands poised as Jay Adder of Generation Joint enters the frame. He’s dressed in his ring gear, his trademark laid-back demeanor tinged with frustration as he adjusts his bandana. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and jeers as Katie begins.]
Katie Smith:
“Jay Adder, you’re moments away from stepping into the ring against Bronson Johnson in singles action. But before we get to that, I wanted to get your thoughts. Generation Joint has been putting in solid work lately, but it seems like all the focus in sVo is on the ongoing war between the Legends Club, Horizon, and Blood Money. How does that make you feel?”
Jay Adder:
“How does it make me feel, Katie? It makes me feel like we’re in the wrong damn movie. While those three groups are out there playing Game of Thrones, the real talent—my talent—is getting overlooked. Generation Joint? We’ve been out here, grinding, proving we’re the future of this company, and what do we get in return? Crickets. No interviews. No headlines. Just… nothing.”
[He gestures emphatically, clearly fired up.]
Jay Adder:
“And it’s not like we’re some flash-in-the-pan operation, Katie. Jacob Izaz and I, we’ve been putting on bangers week after week, showing the fans what real tag team wrestling looks like. But instead of getting the respect we deserve, we’re stuck watching the same three factions tear this place apart like spoiled brats fighting over a toy. And you know what? I’m tired of it.”
Katie Smith:
“So tonight, against Bronson Johnson, what’s your game plan to make a statement?”
Jay Adder:
“Game plan? It’s simple. I’m gonna do what I always do—steal the show. Bronson’s just another body in my way, and tonight, I’m making sure that when people talk about this episode of Showdown, they’re not talking about Blood Money, or Horizon, or even the Legends Club. They’re talking about me. Jay Adder. The guy who took Bronson Johnson, folded him like a cheap suit, and showed the world why Generation Joint is more than just smoke and mirrors.”
[Katie leans in, her curiosity piqued.]
Katie Smith:
“Do you have any words for the factions you mentioned? Horizon, Blood Money, and the Legends Club?”
Jay Adder:
“Yeah, I got a message for all of ‘em. While you’re too busy running each other into the ground, don’t forget who’s lurking in the background, ready to take everything you hold dear. Generation Joint isn’t just a sideshow—we’re the future. So keep fighting your little turf war, because when the smoke clears, and you’ve all taken each other out, we’ll be the ones left standing.”
[Adder steps closer to the camera, his intensity radiating through the screen.]
Jay Adder:
“Bronson Johnson’s just the start. The rest of this roster better wake up and realize that Generation Joint is here to dominate. And if you don’t like it? Too bad. Get in line—or get out of my way.”
[With that, Adder adjusts his bandana, shoots a determined glare at the camera, and walks off screen, leaving Katie Smith to wrap up.]
Katie Smith:
“Strong words from Jay Adder. We’ll see if he can back them up in the ring, coming up next!”
[The camera fades back to the arena as Adder’s music begins to play.]
Single Match
Jay Adder vs. Bronson Johnson
Backstage
Steering the Ship
[The scene opens backstage as Jay Adder, still catching his breath after his victory over Bronson Johnson, strides confidently down the corridor. A towel draped over his shoulder, he wipes the sweat from his brow. The fans watching on the arena screens cheer, appreciating his hard-fought win. As Adder rounds a corner, he’s greeted by Kenneth D Williams, the leader of Generation Joint, casually leaning against a crate. Jacob Izaz stands nearby, a grin on his face as he claps for his tag partner.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Yo, Jay! That’s what I’m talkin’ about, man. Big win out there. That’s how Generation Joint rolls, baby—straight W’s.”
[Williams offers a fist bump, but Adder hesitates for a moment before reluctantly returning it. His expression is one of mild frustration, not celebration.]
Jay Adder:
“Yeah, thanks. Glad somebody noticed. Feels like all I’ve been hearing about lately is everybody else. Horizon this, Blood Money that, Legends Club… blah, blah, blah. Meanwhile, I’m out here doing the work. Carrying the name of this group on my back.”
[The tension is palpable as Williams straightens up, his usual swagger replaced by a slight frown.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“Whoa, whoa, hold up now. Carrying the group? Last time I checked, we’re a team. And as the leader of this team, I’ve been making sure we’re staying in the conversation. You think all those matches we’ve been getting just happen? That’s me, Jay. I’ve been steering this ship.”
[Adder narrows his eyes, clearly unimpressed.]
Jay Adder:
“Steering the ship? Ken, it feels more like you’ve been drifting, man. While you’re busy talking about the future, I’m out there making it happen. Maybe it’s time for Generation Joint to stop being about your vision and start being about results.”
[Jacob Izaz quickly steps in, sensing the tension boiling over.]
Jacob Izaz:
“Hey, hey, chill out, both of you. Look, we’re all on the same team here, right? Jay, you killed it out there tonight, no doubt. And Ken’s been making sure we’ve got opportunities. We’re all grinding to make this work, so let’s not lose sight of the big picture, yeah?”
[Adder exhales sharply, his frustration still evident but slightly subdued.]
Jay Adder:
“Big picture, huh? Fine. But let me make one thing clear—I’m not here to sit back and wait for something to happen. If we’re really gonna be the future, then we need to stop talking about it and start being it.”
[Williams stares at Adder for a moment, then cracks a small, confident smile.]
Kenneth D Williams:
“You got fire, Jay. I like that. But remember, it’s a team game. Stick with me, and we’ll make it to the top. Together.”
[Adder doesn’t respond, instead giving Williams a measured look before turning to walk away. Izaz looks between the two, then hurries after his tag partner, leaving Williams standing alone with a contemplative expression.]
[The camera lingers on Williams as he watches them go, a flicker of doubt crossing his face before he shrugs it off, reasserting his confident demeanor. The scene fades back to the arena as the commentary team weighs in on the apparent friction within Generation Joint.]
Backstage
Represent
[The scene cuts to the locker room of Horizon. The mood is tense as Johnny All Star, Darwin Jones, Hugo Ryzing, Gunner Lang, and their manager JD James sit or stand in various states of frustration. All Star leans against a locker, arms crossed, while JD James paces back and forth, clearly irritated. Ryzing and Jones exchange exasperated glances, while Gunner Lang sits on a bench, tapping his foot impatiently.]
JD James:
“This is a joke. An absolute joke. Teaming with Blood Money? After everything we’ve been through with those clowns? Amy Page has officially lost her mind.”
Johnny All Star:
“Yeah, and we’re supposed to trust them to have our backs out there? Moretti would stab us in the back the second we turn around. This is a setup if I’ve ever seen one.”
Darwin Jones:
“Man, I’d rather walk into that ring alone than share it with them. Blood Money’s only out for themselves. They’ve got no loyalty, no honor.”
Hugo Ryzing:
“And what makes you think we won’t end up fighting each other before the match even starts? This whole thing is a powder keg waiting to blow.”
[Gunner Lang, who has been silently watching the conversation, suddenly stands up, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention.]
Gunner Lang:
“Alright, enough whining. If nobody else wants to deal with this mess, I’ll step up. I’ll be the one to represent Horizon tonight.”
[The group turns to Gunner, some surprised, others skeptical.]
JD James:
“You? Gunner, I appreciate the guts, but this isn’t just another tag match. This is a disaster waiting to happen.”
Gunner Lang:
“Exactly why someone’s gotta keep things under control. Look, none of us like this situation, but if we go out there half-assing it or arguing with each other, we’re just giving Blood Money and Amy Page exactly what they want. I’ll go out there, keep my head on straight, and make sure Horizon comes out of this looking strong.”
Johnny All Star:
“That’s a big risk. You sure you’re ready for that kind of pressure? You screw up out there, and it’s not just you who looks bad—it’s all of us.”
Gunner Lang:
“I know what’s at stake. I’m not gonna screw up. Someone’s gotta represent us, and I’m willing to do it. Besides, I trust myself a hell of a lot more than I trust Blood Money.”
[The room goes quiet for a moment as the group considers Gunner’s offer. Finally, JD James nods, a reluctant smile on his face.]
JD James:
“Alright. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Just remember—you’re not out there for yourself. You’re representing Horizon. Make it count.”
[Gunner nods confidently, grabbing his gear and heading for the door. As he exits, the rest of the group exchanges uncertain glances, the tension still lingering in the room.]
Darwin Jones:
“Man, I hope he knows what he’s doing.”
Johnny All Star:
“He better. Because if this backfires, it’s not just on him—it’s on all of us.”
[The camera lingers on the group, the weight of the night’s stakes heavy in the air, before fading back to the arena.]
Tag Team Tournament Match
Sin City Scoundrels vs. Dogs of War
Backstage
Hand Picked
[The scene shifts to the dimly lit locker room of Blood Money. Anthony Moretti, the undisputed leader of the mafia-inspired faction, sits at a small table, a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. Junior Gambino and Nicky Columbo are lounging on a nearby couch, talking quietly. “The Problem Solver” Joe Barone is pacing back and forth, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. The tension in the room is palpable as Moretti finally speaks, his voice calm yet authoritative.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Alright, boys, listen up. Tonight, we’ve got a situation. Horizon thinks they’re hot stuff. Legends Club thinks they’re untouchable. And Amy Page… well, she thinks she can control us. But you know what I think? I think tonight, we remind everyone why Blood Money runs this place.”
[Gambino and Columbo nod in agreement, their expressions smug. Barone stops pacing, crossing his massive arms over his chest.]
Anthony Moretti:
“But Page wants us to play nice with Horizon tonight. That’s a joke. Only reason I’m even considering it is because it gets us closer to taking out Legends Club—and we all know they’re next on our hit list.”
[Moretti leans forward, his gaze shifting to Barone.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Joe, you’re up. You’re the muscle. You’re the problem solver. Tonight, you’re representing Blood Money in that ring.”
[Barone smirks, nodding confidently.]
Joe Barone:
“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll handle it. Horizon’s got no spine, and Legends Club? They’re already broken. I’ll make sure we send a message tonight.”
[Gambino, lounging with his feet on the table, chuckles.]
Junior Gambino:
“You’re gonna have your hands full dealing with those Horizon punks. They’re desperate, Joe. Watch your back out there.”
Nicky Columbo:
“Yeah, and don’t forget—this is about Blood Money. You let Horizon think we’re buddies, but don’t trust ‘em for a second.”
[Moretti raises a hand to silence the chatter, his expression serious.]
Anthony Moretti:
“Joe knows what he’s doing. He’s been handling problems since before you two knew how to tie your shoes. But Joe—this isn’t just about winning. This is about making a statement. You go out there, you dominate, and you make sure the entire sVo knows that Blood Money is the future, not some has-beens like Horizon or those pretty boys in Legends Club.”
[Barone cracks his knuckles again, a sinister grin spreading across his face.]
Joe Barone:
“They’ll get the message loud and clear, boss. Blood Money doesn’t share the spotlight with anyone.”
[Moretti smirks, lifting his glass of whiskey in a toast.]
Anthony Moretti:
“That’s what I like to hear. Alright, boys, let’s get ready. Tonight, Blood Money proves why we’re untouchable.”
[The group shares a collective nod, the atmosphere charged with confidence and menace. As Barone grabs his gear and heads toward the door, the camera lingers on Moretti’s satisfied expression, his chess pieces moving exactly where he wants them.]
[Fade back to the arena as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.]
Backstage
Just Another Extra
[The scene transitions to a well-lit interview area backstage. Katie Smith, the sVo’s trusted backstage interviewer, stands poised with a microphone in hand. Beside her, the confident and charismatic Las Vegas Champion, “The LA Luminary” Alex Sterling, stands dressed impeccably, his championship belt draped over his shoulder. The fans’ mixed reaction to him can be faintly heard through the arena.]
Katie Smith:
“Alex Sterling, first of all, congratulations on your reign as the Las Vegas Champion. But as we saw last week, Johnny Dorn earned the number one contender spot after defeating Victor Holland. How do you feel about Johnny Dorn being your next challenger?”
[Sterling adjusts the belt on his shoulder and smirks, his tone oozing with Hollywood flair.]
Alex Sterling:
“Ah, Johnny Dorn, the so-called Chicago Hero. The man who thinks working hard and sweating buckets in front of his adoring Midwest fans is enough to dethrone The LA Luminary. Let me tell you something, Katie—this isn’t some feel-good underdog movie where the gritty wrestler from Chicago rises above the odds to defeat the sleek and stylish champ from LA. This is real life, and in real life, I’m the star of the show.”
[Katie raises an eyebrow, pushing for more.]
Katie Smith:
“But Dorn has proven himself to be one of the toughest competitors in the sVo. He’s been vocal about doing whatever it takes to win back the Las Vegas Championship. Doesn’t that concern you at all?”
[Sterling chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.]
Alex Sterling:
“Concern me? Please. Johnny Dorn is a great wrestler, no doubt, but he’s predictable. His entire playbook is about grit, heart, and hustle. Admirable, sure, but completely outdated when you’re standing across the ring from someone like me. I’ve got brains, I’ve got talent, and let’s face it—I’ve got style. This isn’t about being tough. This is about being better.“
Katie Smith:
“Some might say your title reign so far has been marked by opportunistic tactics rather than clear dominance. How do you respond to those critics?”
[Sterling’s smirk falters momentarily, but he quickly regains his composure, flashing his trademark cocky grin.]
Alex Sterling:
“You call it opportunistic, I call it smart. This title isn’t about brute force; it’s about strategy. Anyone can throw punches, Katie, but it takes a true champion to outthink their opponents and always stay two steps ahead. That’s why I’m standing here with this belt on my shoulder and why Johnny Dorn will only ever be remembered as the guy who couldn’t get it done.”
[Katie nods, sensing Sterling’s confidence radiating.]
Katie Smith:
“One last question—if you could send a message to Johnny Dorn ahead of your upcoming match, what would it be?”
[Sterling adjusts the championship again and looks directly into the camera, his smirk widening.]
Alex Sterling:
“Johnny, I hope you’re watching this, because here’s a little preview of what’s coming your way: heartbreak. You might be the pride of Chicago, but in my movie, you’re just another extra, another face in the crowd. When the credits roll, it’ll be The LA Luminary standing tall, still the Las Vegas Champion. Lights out, Dorn. Show’s over.”
[Sterling winks at the camera, exuding confidence as Katie wraps up.]
Katie Smith:
“Strong words from the Las Vegas Champion, Alex Sterling. Johnny Dorn will certainly have a lot to prove. Back to you at ringside.”
[The scene fades out as Sterling flashes his pearly whites, clearly reveling in his own spotlight.]
Single Match
Carlos Vasquez vs. Trailer Trash Terry
Backstage
Bully Don’t Care
[The scene opens in the backstage interview area, where Katie Smith is standing by with a microphone in hand. The sVo Champion, “The Bully” Danny Domino, steps into the frame, the championship belt slung arrogantly over his shoulder. Domino looks smug and confident, his trademark sneer plastered across his face. The faint sound of fans booing can be heard in the background.]
Katie Smith:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the sVo Champion, ‘The Bully’ Danny Domino. Danny, we just witnessed Carlos Vasquez, the Victory Cup winner, pick up a convincing win over Trailer Trash Terry. However, Vasquez still hasn’t confirmed when—or even if—he plans to cash in his guaranteed title shot against you. What are your thoughts?”
[Domino chuckles, his smirk widening as he adjusts the belt on his shoulder.]
Danny Domino:
“Thoughts, Katie? Let me tell you, I’m not losing any sleep over Carlos Vasquez or his little trophy. Yeah, he won the Victory Cup. Yeah, he’s racking up wins. But you know what he hasn’t done? He hasn’t stepped up to me. And you know why? Because deep down, even the so-called Miami Maverick knows he can’t hang with The Bully.“
Katie Smith:
“Still, Carlos Vasquez has proven himself to be a dangerous competitor, and his win tonight further cements him as a threat. Are you underestimating him, Danny?”
[Domino laughs loudly, clearly amused by the question.]
Danny Domino:
“Underestimate him? Katie, you don’t get to be the man in the sVo by underestimating anyone. I’ve watched Vasquez. I’ve seen the flashy suits, the Scarface shtick, the big talk. He thinks he’s Tony Montana, but this isn’t a movie, sweetheart. In the real world, guys like him don’t survive against guys like me. I’m not some mid-tier chump he can knock off on his way to the top—I’m the top.“
Katie Smith:
“But with Vasquez’s win tonight, don’t you think it’s only a matter of time before he makes his move? What happens if he challenges you next week or at the next big event?”
[Domino’s expression turns serious, his sneer sharpening into a menacing grin.]
Danny Domino:
“Let me make this crystal clear, Katie. I don’t care if Carlos Vasquez cashes in next week, next month, or next year—he’ll get the same result. I’ve taken down legends, I’ve crushed underdogs, and I’ve bulldozed anyone who thought they could take this title off my shoulder. Vasquez is no different. If he’s dumb enough to step to me, I’ll send him back to Miami with nothing but a bruised ego and a one-way ticket to irrelevance.”
[Katie nods, maintaining her professionalism despite Domino’s arrogance.]
Katie Smith:
“Do you think Vasquez might be playing mind games by not announcing his challenge yet? Perhaps keeping you guessing is part of his strategy?”
[Domino shrugs dismissively, leaning in closer to the camera.]
Danny Domino:
“Mind games? Please. The only game Vasquez is playing is trying to delay the inevitable. He knows that the second he decides to step into the ring with me, his little dream of being the sVo Champion is over. He can cash in whenever he wants—I’m not hard to find. But if I were him, I’d think twice before walking into the Bully’s playground. I’m not just a champion—I’m a nightmare he can’t wake up from.”
[Domino straightens up, slapping the faceplate of the sVo Championship belt for emphasis as the boos from the arena grow louder.]
Katie Smith:
“Strong words, as always, from the sVo Champion. Any final message for Carlos Vasquez tonight?”
[Domino smirks, leaning into the microphone with his trademark arrogance.]
Danny Domino:
“Yeah. Vasquez, whenever you’re ready to make that move, just remember one thing: you might think you’re the big bad wolf, but you’re looking at the guy who tears down the whole house. So bring it on, if you’ve got the guts. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you get bulldozed.”
[Domino laughs and walks off, leaving Katie Smith shaking her head as the camera lingers on the sVo Championship gleaming under the lights.]
Katie Smith:
“There you have it, folks. The champion is confident, but will Carlos Vasquez take him up on the challenge? Back to you at ringside.”
[The segment fades out as Domino disappears down the hallway, still chuckling to himself.]
Tag Team Match
Curtis Knight & Athena vs. Joe Barone & Gunner Lang
Ringside
Lets Finish It
[The camera returns to the ring as Curtis Knight and Athena stand tall, victorious after a grueling tag team main event against Gunner Lang and Joe Barone. The fans in the Goodfellas Casino Arena are buzzing with anticipation as Knight demands a microphone. Athena stands by his side, her fierce expression matching the intensity of her husband. The Legends Club theme plays briefly before fading out, leaving only the sounds of the crowd.]
Curtis Knight:
“Cut the music!“
[The music stops, and the crowd boos loudly at the Legends Club duo, though some cheers are mixed in for their dominant display.]
Curtis Knight:
“Let me get this straight… Horizon sends Gunner Lang. Blood Money sends Joe Barone. But where were the so-called leaders? Where’s Johnny All Star? Where’s Anthony Moretti? Hiding in the back, too scared to step up and take care of business themselves!”
[The crowd roars in response, and Athena smirks, nodding in agreement.]
Curtis Knight:
“I’m sick of this, and so is Athena. Week after week, the Legends Club, Blood Money, and Horizon tear this place apart. We leave bodies everywhere, and for what? So the same tired cycle can repeat itself? It’s time to end this madness once and for all!”
[Athena grabs the mic briefly, her voice cutting through the arena.]
Athena:
“Moretti. All Star. You boys like to talk about being the best, but all we see is a couple of cowards hiding behind your little factions. Curtis and I? We don’t hide. We dominate.“
[Athena hands the mic back to Knight, who steps forward, towering in the ring.]
Curtis Knight:
“So here’s the deal. At Seasons Beatings, we settle this once and for all. Me. Moretti. All Star. Triple threat match. No managers. No allies. No excuses. Just the three of us. Winner stays in the sVo… and the two losers?”
[Knight pauses dramatically, letting the crowd hang on his every word.]
Curtis Knight:
“The two losers leave, and they take their groups with them. Blood Money? Gone. Horizon? Gone. It’s time to clean house, and I’m the man to do it.”
[The crowd erupts, half in shock and half in excitement. The stakes are massive, and the arena is electric with the idea of this showdown.]
Curtis Knight:
“Moretti. All Star. You call yourselves leaders? Prove it. I’ll be waiting at Seasons Beatings, and when the dust settles, there’ll only be one group left standing in the sVo… and it’ll be the Legends Club.“
[Knight throws the microphone down with authority as Athena raises both his arms in the air. The fans are still buzzing as the camera cuts to the backstage area, showing a split screen of Anthony Moretti and Johnny All Star watching the challenge on separate monitors. Both men look furious but intrigued, their expressions leaving the question of whether they’ll accept hanging in the air.]
[The camera returns to the ring where Knight and Athena stand tall, their confidence radiating. The commentators, Jeremiah Sloan and Julian Fiasco, react.]
Jeremiah Sloan:
“Did you hear that, Julian? Curtis Knight has just laid down the gauntlet—a triple threat at Seasons Beatings with everything on the line!”
Julian Fiasco:
“It’s insane! Winner stays, losers leave? This could change the face of the sVo forever! But will Moretti and All Star accept?”
[The show closes with a final shot of Curtis Knight and Athena standing defiantly in the ring as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.]
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